Crescendo
"Her highness is my will
Her blade is my strength
Their destruction my dream...
Please, grant me the strength to fulfill my dream..."
- 2nd King, Requests of Peace
The chill of the winds fought to enter the coat of the Specter. The Specter thrived at this time, had in fact, for a so very long. He understood what he had to do next, Dusk had been true in his answer, most are after losing an arm and a leg.
Wait...what...h-how... It came back to him, another one of his sins, another link in the chains that binded his soul to this world.
Enough... it can not be unmade. Truth wrapped in the silk in sheets of something sinister had kept him going these years. Was the only thing that kept him going for so long.
His revere was broken when an armored car drove up in from of the Crest building, that loomed over his own lofty perch across the street. His thoughts turned quickly to calculating various attack patterns, while factoring in the forces brought against him.
Indeed he has done this for a long time, and he would do it again tonight, and again, until his own time of judgment was at hand. He offered a quick prayer to the winds as he dived from his loft into the all encompassing night...
"Thy will be done..."
Crest's New Haven office 3:00 A.M. Holding Area C
CRASH!!
The noise reverberated through the small space like the crack from a gun, as a certain white haired upstart fell to the ground clutching his shoulder in pain.
DAMNIT why the hell am I here!? I didn't kill that sorry bastard and they know it! This guest of Crests hospitality had had a very bad night indeed. The guest in question having recovered from his shock, had been accosted by Crest's agents before the police could question him, and whisked away in an armored car, and thrown quite against his will into a cell somewhere within the depths of the corporation's office.
Cammy's gonna kill me when I get back from...WHY THE HELL AM I HERE!?!
To Darien's dismay, the answer might have just walked in. The "answer" was a bear of a man carrying what appeared to be some off breed of a tanto but had a spiked hand guard which gave off the impression that it was not for self defense. Cursing his luck he obeyed the man's order to get out of the cell and march down one of the thousands of corridors that lined the building. He was taken to a room roughly 100 meters long and 50 meters wide. Darien could tell that he was in a MT or AC support bay from the various equipment that lined the walls. He then noticed that he was on a scaffold and not the main floor of the bay, and that while there was a suitable entrance for Cores on one end, the other end was obscured from view, due to the lack of light and the size of the room.
"Now I bet your wondering why you're here hmm?" Darien whirled around to the source of the voice and found a portly man in an impeccable black dress suit. The man had been smoking a cigar for a long time, a thin halo of smoke formed around his head.
"Yeah, that would be nice if you have the time I mean, I wouldn't want to impose on your precious time."
"Ah yes your incorrigible wit, I remember from your files that you're quite the screw up eh Darien?" the man said with a small smile.
"Oh yeah I'm hilarious, why don't you come over here and I'll tell you a few of my favorite jokes?" Darien muttered through clenched teeth.
"That's quite alright my boy, I know you don't want to waste my time, correct?"
slippery bastard!!
"We are both men of, ah, well what I mean to say is we are both civilized men am I right?" Not waiting for an answer, the man continued. " Then let me get down to the point, Dusk was, ah, how should I put it... a acquisitioner or rare and expensive finds."
"He was a thief."
"Quite a good one at that, now where was I, ah yes, one of the many things he acquired for me was technology, technology rules this age my boy, one makes a bigger gun the other makes a bigger shield, and so on."
This pig liked the sound of his own voice, that's common knowledge anyone out of tertiary school knows that!
As if on queue the man continued, "Ah but that is common knowledge isn't it eh? But here's something you don't know. Technology has taken a downturn since the great destruction, slowly become more and more inefficient, weak, and fragile. The height of the post war technology comes from the old beginnings of arena fights on this our Earth."
"Impossible! Technology improves with time, not the other way around, just what are you getting at you corporate pig."
The man's beady little eyes narrowed "Maybe your not that civilized after all, oh well, a pity really, I had hoped to use you in the plan, but ah well." The portly man snapped his fingers "Bruno...kill him."
Ah Hell.
Bruno began to advance with his deadly tanto held parallel to his body in his outstretched hand, while the other pulled back into a fist, ready for battle.
"I must say I meant it when I said it was a pity, however can't have loose ends running around can we? Time to end it eh?"
Another voice broke into the conversation, a low alto voice that shook Darien to the soul.
"Return him..."
The porky man looked toward the bottom of the bay and shook with fury at what met he saw "How the hell did you get in here you little brat!?"
Darien turned away from his assailant as his insides turned to ice at the figure that stood before them.
The specter had arrived...
The chill of the winds fought to enter the coat of the Specter. The Specter thrived at this time, had in fact, for a so very long. He understood what he had to do next, Dusk had been true in his answer, most are after losing an arm and a leg.
Wait...what...h-how... It came back to him, another one of his sins, another link in the chains that binded his soul to this world.
Enough... it can not be unmade. Truth wrapped in the silk in sheets of something sinister had kept him going these years. Was the only thing that kept him going for so long.
His revere was broken when an armored car drove up in from of the Crest building, that loomed over his own lofty perch across the street. His thoughts turned quickly to calculating various attack patterns, while factoring in the forces brought against him.
Indeed he has done this for a long time, and he would do it again tonight, and again, until his own time of judgment was at hand. He offered a quick prayer to the winds as he dived from his loft into the all encompassing night...
"Thy will be done..."
Crest's New Haven office 3:00 A.M. Holding Area C
CRASH!!
The noise reverberated through the small space like the crack from a gun, as a certain white haired upstart fell to the ground clutching his shoulder in pain.
DAMNIT why the hell am I here!? I didn't kill that sorry bastard and they know it! This guest of Crests hospitality had had a very bad night indeed. The guest in question having recovered from his shock, had been accosted by Crest's agents before the police could question him, and whisked away in an armored car, and thrown quite against his will into a cell somewhere within the depths of the corporation's office.
Cammy's gonna kill me when I get back from...WHY THE HELL AM I HERE!?!
To Darien's dismay, the answer might have just walked in. The "answer" was a bear of a man carrying what appeared to be some off breed of a tanto but had a spiked hand guard which gave off the impression that it was not for self defense. Cursing his luck he obeyed the man's order to get out of the cell and march down one of the thousands of corridors that lined the building. He was taken to a room roughly 100 meters long and 50 meters wide. Darien could tell that he was in a MT or AC support bay from the various equipment that lined the walls. He then noticed that he was on a scaffold and not the main floor of the bay, and that while there was a suitable entrance for Cores on one end, the other end was obscured from view, due to the lack of light and the size of the room.
"Now I bet your wondering why you're here hmm?" Darien whirled around to the source of the voice and found a portly man in an impeccable black dress suit. The man had been smoking a cigar for a long time, a thin halo of smoke formed around his head.
"Yeah, that would be nice if you have the time I mean, I wouldn't want to impose on your precious time."
"Ah yes your incorrigible wit, I remember from your files that you're quite the screw up eh Darien?" the man said with a small smile.
"Oh yeah I'm hilarious, why don't you come over here and I'll tell you a few of my favorite jokes?" Darien muttered through clenched teeth.
"That's quite alright my boy, I know you don't want to waste my time, correct?"
slippery bastard!!
"We are both men of, ah, well what I mean to say is we are both civilized men am I right?" Not waiting for an answer, the man continued. " Then let me get down to the point, Dusk was, ah, how should I put it... a acquisitioner or rare and expensive finds."
"He was a thief."
"Quite a good one at that, now where was I, ah yes, one of the many things he acquired for me was technology, technology rules this age my boy, one makes a bigger gun the other makes a bigger shield, and so on."
This pig liked the sound of his own voice, that's common knowledge anyone out of tertiary school knows that!
As if on queue the man continued, "Ah but that is common knowledge isn't it eh? But here's something you don't know. Technology has taken a downturn since the great destruction, slowly become more and more inefficient, weak, and fragile. The height of the post war technology comes from the old beginnings of arena fights on this our Earth."
"Impossible! Technology improves with time, not the other way around, just what are you getting at you corporate pig."
The man's beady little eyes narrowed "Maybe your not that civilized after all, oh well, a pity really, I had hoped to use you in the plan, but ah well." The portly man snapped his fingers "Bruno...kill him."
Ah Hell.
Bruno began to advance with his deadly tanto held parallel to his body in his outstretched hand, while the other pulled back into a fist, ready for battle.
"I must say I meant it when I said it was a pity, however can't have loose ends running around can we? Time to end it eh?"
Another voice broke into the conversation, a low alto voice that shook Darien to the soul.
"Return him..."
The porky man looked toward the bottom of the bay and shook with fury at what met he saw "How the hell did you get in here you little brat!?"
Darien turned away from his assailant as his insides turned to ice at the figure that stood before them.
The specter had arrived...